Post by Greg T.O.M on Jul 14, 2023 20:26:19 GMT -5
*The Bohemian Bash logo fades to an aerial shot of Bohemian Grove. *
*As the aerial shot moves around a voice-over begins speaking. *
Bohemian Grove, a privately owned, restricted 2,700-acre campground in Monte Rio, California. Belonging to the private and secretive “Bohemian Club”. The grove plays host to some of the most powerful men in the world as every year in mid-July the Bohemian Grove hosts a more than two-week encampment.
Some say it is a retreat for the most powerful men in the world to simply “blow off steam”. With a Club motto of ."Weaving Spiders Come Not Here," which implies that outside concerns and business deals
Yet others say it is something much more dark and sinister.
Whatever the true meaning of Bohemian Grove is, tonight it is all about survival of the fittest as Thunder Pro Wrestling presents a true test of survival… THE BOHEMIAN BASH!!!
*”A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat begins to play as the scene fades to shots of various TPW Stars. *
Let's get ready to rumble
Feel the fire, he's entered the ring
His mindset only knows how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
*As the aerial shot moves around a voice-over begins speaking. *
Bohemian Grove, a privately owned, restricted 2,700-acre campground in Monte Rio, California. Belonging to the private and secretive “Bohemian Club”. The grove plays host to some of the most powerful men in the world as every year in mid-July the Bohemian Grove hosts a more than two-week encampment.
Some say it is a retreat for the most powerful men in the world to simply “blow off steam”. With a Club motto of ."Weaving Spiders Come Not Here," which implies that outside concerns and business deals
Yet others say it is something much more dark and sinister.
Whatever the true meaning of Bohemian Grove is, tonight it is all about survival of the fittest as Thunder Pro Wrestling presents a true test of survival… THE BOHEMIAN BASH!!!
*”A Warrior’s Call” by Volbeat begins to play as the scene fades to shots of various TPW Stars. *
Let's get ready to rumble
Feel the fire, he's entered the ring
His mindset only knows how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior, fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble, fight fight fight fight
Breaking your record and breaking your bones
Born a warrior with a code
A champion feeding your face with a fist
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior, fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble, fight fight fight fight
A gladiators left hand hook, fight fight fight fight
Feel the pain tomorrow
Let's get ready to rumble, fight fight fight fight
Breaking your record and breaking your bones
Born a warrior with a code
A champion feeding your face with a fist
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior, fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble, fight fight fight fight
A gladiators left hand hook, fight fight fight fight
Feel the pain tomorrow
Behold, here comes the son
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for a warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Feel the fire, he's entered the ring
His mindset only knows how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for a warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Feel the fire, he's entered the ring
His mindset only knows how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head yeah
You'll feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior, fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble, fight fight fight fight
A gladiators left hand hook, fight fight fight fight
Feel the pain tomorrow
Behold here comes the son
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for a warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
*The shot fades from Larry Tact to a live shot of Bohemia Grove where the ring is set up in the middle of the island. Temporary seating has been set up, but the crowd is blacked out keeping the identities of those in attendance secret. There is a lighted entranceway that leads to what appears to be an underground tunnel where the wrestlers will make their entrance from. The ring is illuminated by a lighting rig that surrounds the ring and hangs over it. In the background of the scene looms the giant owl statue. The shot moves to the commentary desk that sits at ringside, along with a few other commentary teams of different languages. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE, AND WELCOME TO THE BOHEMIAN BASH!!!
Napier: What a night it is going to be. The Cabal will be leaving with the International championship and the Bash championship, locking up the main event of the Gladiators Ball.
Markson: Well, I think Larry Tact and twenty-eight other superstars are going to have something to say about that.
Napier: They can say whatever they want, but actions speak louder than words. Tonight The Cabal has a lot of plans that will be put into action.
Markson: Oh really? Anything you would like to share with us tonight Nick?
Napier: I’m no snitch. Find yourself another stool pigeon Mark.
Markson: Exactly what I thought. I don’t think the Cabal would trust you with their top-secret plans.
Napier: THEY WOULD SO!
Markson: Prove it.
Napier: Well tonight, there is going to be a new…. HEY WAIT A SECOND!
Markson: Almost got you there Nick. But, the time for our banter is over, as nice as it is the Thunderamanaics are watching for action, and we are going to give it to them right now with a Duos Championship match.
*The shot switches to Steve Cotton who stands in the ring ready to introduce the opening match, but has to wait as a cleaning crew sweeps away multiple Pepsi and Coke cans from around the ring side area. Cotton looks very confused and scratches his head, but snaps back to his professional state as the cleaning crew gives him a "thumbs up" and then heads into the shadows. *
Markson: HELLO EVERYONE, AND WELCOME TO THE BOHEMIAN BASH!!!
Napier: What a night it is going to be. The Cabal will be leaving with the International championship and the Bash championship, locking up the main event of the Gladiators Ball.
Markson: Well, I think Larry Tact and twenty-eight other superstars are going to have something to say about that.
Napier: They can say whatever they want, but actions speak louder than words. Tonight The Cabal has a lot of plans that will be put into action.
Markson: Oh really? Anything you would like to share with us tonight Nick?
Napier: I’m no snitch. Find yourself another stool pigeon Mark.
Markson: Exactly what I thought. I don’t think the Cabal would trust you with their top-secret plans.
Napier: THEY WOULD SO!
Markson: Prove it.
Napier: Well tonight, there is going to be a new…. HEY WAIT A SECOND!
Markson: Almost got you there Nick. But, the time for our banter is over, as nice as it is the Thunderamanaics are watching for action, and we are going to give it to them right now with a Duos Championship match.
*The shot switches to Steve Cotton who stands in the ring ready to introduce the opening match, but has to wait as a cleaning crew sweeps away multiple Pepsi and Coke cans from around the ring side area. Cotton looks very confused and scratches his head, but snaps back to his professional state as the cleaning crew gives him a "thumbs up" and then heads into the shadows. *
Steve Cotton: The following match is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the TPW DUOS CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
*Crowd Pops. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challengers… they stand at an Unknown combined weight, and are the number one contenders to the TPW Duo Championship! Tristan Slater and “The Gentleman Wolf” Mac Bane… YOOOUUURRR WOOORRRSSST NIIIIIGHTMMMAAAARRRREEEE!!
*The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack play as the two men make their way out. By their side is , Death The crowd is giving them a mixed reaction from the first sounds of his entrance. There are still more cheers than boos as he approaches the ring.
They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac & Tristan simply laugh and continues down towards the ring.
Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring.
Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo. *
They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac & Tristan simply laugh and continues down towards the ring.
Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring.
Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo. *
Steve Cotton: Next their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 400 pounds… they are the REIGNING AND DEFENDING THUNDER PRO WRESTLING… DUUUUUOOOOOS CHAMPIONS!! HECTOR AND VICTOR… THEEEE MAAAALLLLVAAAAADOOOOOSSSS!!!
*A different version of "Si Señor" by Control Machete begins to play, this one, being sung by an unseen chorus, in a very ominous tone… *
Cada momento que siento correcto
*From the underground entrance, 12 hooded figures come out, carrying torches and form a circle in front of the entrance; the chanting seems to be coming from them. Their chorus gets louder, their voices reverberating from the tall woods, making it sound like 100 people are singing. *
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
Si señor
*Suddenly, they drop all their torches at once, in the middle of the circle, causing a small explosion that results in a huge cloud of smoke that engulfs them… *
Markson: We were promised no rituals of any sort were going to be performed here tonight, what the hell is this Napier?!
Napier: You’re asking me! Hell if I know, but I am a little scared… hold me?
Markson: Get off me!
*As the smoke clears, all 12 figures have disappeared, but their voices are still heard as their black cloaks lay on the ground. *
Dime que se siente, dime que se siente
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente
Dime que se siente, dime si presientes
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente
*In the middle of the circle of cloaks, now stand two other figures, but they are dressed slightly different, wearing golden cloaks that cover their whole body and golden head gear in the shapes of owls. In the back of their cloaks, they have large, black spiral designs. They make their way to their ring and once in front of it, they jump up simultaneously, landing on the apron as their cloaks fly away from their bodies. All black wrestling trunks, boots and elbow pads are revealed, and the golden Duos championships are wrapped tightly around the waists of your Duos champions, The Malvado brothers. They keep the golden owls head gear on as they get inside the ring.*
Si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
Si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
*Leslie and Paco appear at ringside, get inside the ring, Paco wearing a black tux while Leslie wears a tight evening gown that leaves very little to the imagination. They remove the golden owl head gear from each member, revealing their masks, and they are gold color with a black spiral design. As Paco and Leslie exit the ring, The Malvados go to a corner each, hop on it, remove their belts from around their waist and raise them high in the air as the chorus dies out and Steve Cotton does the introduction.*
Dorado y creciendo maduro en mi tierra…
Listo para volar mientras mi gente espera…
Cada momento que siento correcto
Y lo hago completo y directo
*From the underground entrance, 12 hooded figures come out, carrying torches and form a circle in front of the entrance; the chanting seems to be coming from them. Their chorus gets louder, their voices reverberating from the tall woods, making it sound like 100 people are singing. *
Si señor
Si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
*Suddenly, they drop all their torches at once, in the middle of the circle, causing a small explosion that results in a huge cloud of smoke that engulfs them… *
Markson: We were promised no rituals of any sort were going to be performed here tonight, what the hell is this Napier?!
Napier: You’re asking me! Hell if I know, but I am a little scared… hold me?
Markson: Get off me!
*As the smoke clears, all 12 figures have disappeared, but their voices are still heard as their black cloaks lay on the ground. *
Dime que se siente, dime que se siente
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente
Dime que se siente, dime si presientes
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente
*In the middle of the circle of cloaks, now stand two other figures, but they are dressed slightly different, wearing golden cloaks that cover their whole body and golden head gear in the shapes of owls. In the back of their cloaks, they have large, black spiral designs. They make their way to their ring and once in front of it, they jump up simultaneously, landing on the apron as their cloaks fly away from their bodies. All black wrestling trunks, boots and elbow pads are revealed, and the golden Duos championships are wrapped tightly around the waists of your Duos champions, The Malvado brothers. They keep the golden owls head gear on as they get inside the ring.*
Si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
Si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor
*Leslie and Paco appear at ringside, get inside the ring, Paco wearing a black tux while Leslie wears a tight evening gown that leaves very little to the imagination. They remove the golden owl head gear from each member, revealing their masks, and they are gold color with a black spiral design. As Paco and Leslie exit the ring, The Malvados go to a corner each, hop on it, remove their belts from around their waist and raise them high in the air as the chorus dies out and Steve Cotton does the introduction.*
*Bell rings and both teams look as if they’re sizing each other up, until one of the Malvados, we’ll say Victor, taunts Tristan Slater, who charges in only for the Malvados to slide out under the bottom ropes! The crowd boos at their retreat.*
Markson: The champions are chased from the ring by the challengers.
Napier: Are you kidding? More like they’re entirely controlling the match.
*The referee insists for the Malvados to reenter, and Hector gets up on the ropes, telling the referee that one of Tristan and Mac needs to get the hell out!*
Napier: The Malvados are so full of experience, they even know how to referee better.
Markson: Some people would say their too full of themselves, but nevertheless, it looks like Mac is going to start things off for Your Worst Nightmare’s…
*Hector watches to make sure Tristan goes onto the apron before stepping through the ropes to face Mac Bane. He then points behind him, and Mac turns into a Dropkick from Victor as he turns! Mac stumbles back into a German Suplex from Hector!*
Markson: The referee rightly admonishes Hector, who claims “self-defense”
Napier: Well? What would you call it?
Markson: You know that’s one of their signature double teams.
Napier: Exactly. He naturally went to that move in self-defense.
*Tristan comes charging in and the referee stops him as Hector steps back onto the apron, saying Victor will start for the champions. Slater argues but sees Victor attacking Mac and points it out.*
Markson: Tensions already flaring between these teams.
Napier: If you couldn’t see the tension already from last Fury, then you’re off the Markson… Boom! Nailed it.
Markson: I’m glad you’re so pleased with yourself.
*Victor flashes some quality ring prowess as he executes three Snap Suplexes, known as Tres Amigos, and when Bane rises Victor is there to nail him with a diving knee to the face that floors Mac! Victor tags in Hector and holds Mac’s leg down while Hector goes off the ropes and lands a Rolling Thunder on Bane before making a cover!
One!
T— KICKOUT!
Markson: Mac Bane won’t be put away that neatly.
Napier: The Malvados can get down and dirty!
Markson: The champions are chased from the ring by the challengers.
Napier: Are you kidding? More like they’re entirely controlling the match.
*The referee insists for the Malvados to reenter, and Hector gets up on the ropes, telling the referee that one of Tristan and Mac needs to get the hell out!*
Napier: The Malvados are so full of experience, they even know how to referee better.
Markson: Some people would say their too full of themselves, but nevertheless, it looks like Mac is going to start things off for Your Worst Nightmare’s…
*Hector watches to make sure Tristan goes onto the apron before stepping through the ropes to face Mac Bane. He then points behind him, and Mac turns into a Dropkick from Victor as he turns! Mac stumbles back into a German Suplex from Hector!*
Markson: The referee rightly admonishes Hector, who claims “self-defense”
Napier: Well? What would you call it?
Markson: You know that’s one of their signature double teams.
Napier: Exactly. He naturally went to that move in self-defense.
*Tristan comes charging in and the referee stops him as Hector steps back onto the apron, saying Victor will start for the champions. Slater argues but sees Victor attacking Mac and points it out.*
Markson: Tensions already flaring between these teams.
Napier: If you couldn’t see the tension already from last Fury, then you’re off the Markson… Boom! Nailed it.
Markson: I’m glad you’re so pleased with yourself.
*Victor flashes some quality ring prowess as he executes three Snap Suplexes, known as Tres Amigos, and when Bane rises Victor is there to nail him with a diving knee to the face that floors Mac! Victor tags in Hector and holds Mac’s leg down while Hector goes off the ropes and lands a Rolling Thunder on Bane before making a cover!
One!
T— KICKOUT!
Markson: Mac Bane won’t be put away that neatly.
Napier: The Malvados can get down and dirty!
*Hector sends Mac off the ropes and lands an arm drag before wrenching with an armbar. Mac quickly lands an elbow to the neck of Hector, sending him rolling away. He gets up into a charging Clothesline from Bane that Hector somehow wraps around and ends up bringing Mac down with a Reverse DDT! Hector immediately tags in Victor but Mac is already beginning to get to a knee. The Malvados strike that bent knee with a double dropkick followed by a double dropkick to the face of Bane! Victor covers!*
One!
Tw– KICKOUT!
Markson: Another trademark from the Malvados as Hector and Victor are working seamless tag team offense to isolate Mac Bane early on. If this keeps up, they’ll be on their way to another title defense.
Napier: Not to mention, but I will, that Hector countered that clothesline. It would have taken his head off if Mac connected. No wonder the team is Your Worst Nightmare!
*Victor locks in a side headlock on Mac, and he quickly loses control as Mac surges! He brings Victor down with a Back Drop and then follows it up with an elbow drop to the heart of Victor. The Malvado Brother is up quickly, only to collect a receipt for a Clothesline as Mac flattens him. He then lifts Victor up in the blink of an eye and plants him with a German Suplex before covering and looking at Hector!*
One!
Tw—KICKOUT!
Markson: I think Mac still had that cheap shot double team to start the match on his mind.
Napier: Cheap shot? Pssh, they were in the ring.
*Mac drags Victor over to the MALVADOS corner and squeezes his head with his sinewy hands, forcing Hector to watch his brother shout out in pain. Mac then clubs Victor on back back of the neck and reaches out an arm towards Hector, who is just out of reach! Mac yanks Victor back and throws him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex across the ring! He moves over to his corner and tags in Tristan Slater, who begins stomping Victor’s leg.*
Napier: No cheap shot there??
Markson: I don’t see what you mean?
Napier: That was an illegal double team!
Markson: You know, petty doesn’t look good on you.
Napier: Maybe it doesn’t look good… it looks freaking GREAT!
*Tristan lifts Victor into the corner and wraps an arm around the rope before chopping the chest of Victor.*
*WOOOO!*
Chop!
*WOOOO!*
*Victor suddenly turns Tristan around in the corner!*
Chop! Chop! Chop!
*WOOOOOOOOOO!*
Napier: These fools will woo to a cocka-doodle-doo.
Markson: What? That’s ridiculous and doesn’t make sense.
Napier: Just like these idiots!
*Tristan goes for a Shoulder Block and Victor slips over the top and rolls through, opting not to hold on for a pin. He goes off the ropes and when Tristan gets up he’s caught with a Tornado DDT from the jumping Malvado! Victor goes onto the apron as Tristan isn’t staying down. Victor springboards over and lands a picturesque Cross Body on Tristan – holds on for the pin!*
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Markson: Back and forth as the Malvados and Your Worst Nightmare have the crowd watching every moment!
Napier: The Malvados have been in this ring defending those titles for what seems like an eternity. It’s tough to bet against them at this point.
Markson: True, but this match is completely up for grabs until someone takes a risk.
*Victor looks to tie up Tristan and bring him over for a tag to Hector, who comes over the ropes and lands a kick to the kidneys of Slater, doubling him over. Hector instantly goes to the turnbuckle and slingshots off with a Split Legged Moonsault! He then lifts Tristan up into the corner, and sets him on the top rope as Victor tags back in. The Malvados both ascend the ropes and the crowd anticipates something big.*
Napier: This could seal the deal for the champs.
Markson: It looks like the Malvados want to hit their Dos Equis double Spanish Fly! Wait a minute…
Napier: No way!
*As the Malvados stand with Tristan, Mac Bane gets on the apron! They manage to kick him away and that’s all the time Tristan needs.*
Markson: DOUBLE ROCK BOTTOM SENDS ALL THREE DOWN!!
Napier: That was insane. The Malvados are in trouble.
*Tristan is crawling back towards one of the Malvados when Mac hops back on his corner and calls for for a tag. Tristan turns and makes the tag and as Mac comes in while the Malvados are standing. Double Clothesline from Bane! He then grabs Victor and hits a Full Nelson Slam, followed by a kick to Victor’s chest when he gets to his knees. Mac tosses Victor off the ropes and lands a Big Boot that Victor three-quarters flips over before crash landing. Bane tags Slater and Tristan pulls Victor to the outside as the referee warns him. Tristan either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care as he flops Victor’s body off the barricade… then crushes him between the barricade with a knee strike! Tristan pulls up Victor and rolls him into the ring at the ref’s count of five. Tristan ascends the apron and top rope as the crowd starts getting riled up.*
Markson: Tristan Slater has turned up the temperature and he’s looking to uncork a match changing move!
Napier: If he doesn’t take too long!
Markson: Top Rope Elbow Drop– CONNECTS! And you know Tristan isn’t done.
*Indeed this is staging the scene for Tristan’s Flip Piledriver. He tries to pick up Victor, who is a bit out of it after the assault. When Tristan gets him up, Victor immediately stands with a Back Body Drop counter. Tristan lands on his feet! He bounces back with a back heel kick that catches Victor right on the jaw. Tristan decides to tag in Mac who knocks Hector off the apron! He gets Victor on his shoulders while Tristan goes up top and then flies off with a Blockbuster! Still not satisfied, the big Texan problem solver whirls Victor up and runs him across the ring to land a Buckle Bomb! Tristan comes in with a Step Up Enziguri and Victor COLLAPSES TO THE MAT! Cover by Slater!!
One!
Two!
THRE—
Napier: HECTOR WITH THE SAVE!!
Markson: Like a steam engine, Victor saw Your Worst Nightmare coming at him and had few defenses. Hector managed to get back into the ring a half count away from our crowning new Duos Champions.
*Tristan lands knees to the midsection of Hector before tossing him through the ropes. Mac is waiting on the apron and they tag so he can enter. Victor looks woozy as Bane lifts him up and hangs the Malvado over the top rope. He then steps back and Your Worst Nightmare hit tandem Sidekicks that ends up sending Victor backwards and to the floor! Mac with a pinfall!*
One!
Two!
THREE—HECTOR AGAIN BREAKS IT UP!
*At this point, both teams begin brawling it out and the crowd is all for it!*
Napier: I have to say, I’m extremely impressed with Tristan and Mac. They work as well together as the Malvados.
Markson: Whether they’re on their own or teaming, those are championship caliber wrestlers. It’s how the Malvados have been almost quietly worn down, and they could find themselves out soon.
*Hector manages to catch Mac with a jumping knee to the face before hitting a Running Dropkick that shoots Bane to the apron. Tristan hits a pele kick on Victor that sends him onto the same side apron. Tristan goes off the turnbuckle and hits a Springboard Dropkick on Victor, but he hits a rising Mac and both go tumbling to the floor— NO! Hector slipped out of the ring and he was going to pull Bane off the apron. He now sees Mac flying off the apron at him! HECTOR CATCHES BANE IN A STANDING SPANISH FLY ONTO THE FLOOR!!
Napier: Holy sh—
Markson: SHIVERING IMPACT! Tristan made a slight error judging that dropkick’s effect, and now Mac may be out of it!
*As Tristan shakes his head, Hector helps Victor to his feet on the floor. They look pleased seeing Mac on the floor until Tristan comes over the top rope with a TOPE SUICIDA!! He takes out the champs and a moment later, is back up and sends Hector into the ring as the crowd is revved up once again!*
Markson: A huge risk that pays off for Tristan!
Napier: Go big or go home! This is the moment for Slater to finish things.
*Tristan follows Hector in and finds his opponent going for a backfist. Slater ducks and goes for a backfist of his own, and Hector is dazed! Tristan positions him for the Flipping Piledriver, and Hector blocks! Tristan tries again, and Hector clings to him with what may be his last gasp and somehow flips Tristan onto his back! He flips over into a pin!*
One!
Two!
THREENO!
Markson: Tristan was taken by surprise but manages to kickout!
Napier: He wasn’t fooled enough that time!
*Tristan is back up and is hit by a Flying Forearm from Hector. He’s backed into a corner and Hector charges in with a Splash! TRISTAN CATCHES HIM AND HITS AN EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! He quickly lifts Hector up and HITS THE FLIPPING PILEDRIVER FOR THE COVER!!*
One!
Two!
…
FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!
Napier: Unbelievable!
Markson: It IS unbelievable because Victor Malvado put Hector’s foot there and the referee didn’t catch it!
Napier: Who’s fault is that?!
*Tristan looks shocked until he sees Victor clapping outside the ring. However, the figure of MAC BANE looms over Victor, and he lifts the Malvado up onto his shoulders and runs him into the turnbuckle headfirst! Tristan sees Mac going to dislodge the steel stairs and he turns right into a thumb to the eye by Hector Malvado! It blinds Tristan, and the referee sternly warns Hector, who then fires off a backfist knuckle to floor Tristan! Mac is waiting for Victor to stand and when he does, Mac holds the steel stairs up and – Hector with a dropkick between the ropes SENDS THE STEEL STAIRS INTO MAC’S FACE!! Hector motions to Victor and both Malvados get into the ring. Hector picks up Slater in one corner and looks to fire him into a flying Victor BUT TRISTAN REVERSES! HECTOR DUCKS UNDER VICTOR WHO COMES FLYING OFF! SLATER WITH A STEP UP ENZIGURI ON VICTOR!*
Markson: The action is coming fast and furious!
Napier: This could make or break things!
*Tristan hauls up Victor for the FLIPPING PILEDRIVER! HE DRIVES IT HOME!!! THEN HECTOR COMES FROM BEHIND WITH A ROLLUP ON SLATER?!?*
One!
Two!
MAC DIVES IN AND…
…
THREE!!!
*Ding ding ding*
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… and STIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL THUNDER PRO WRESTLING DUOS CHAMPIONS… THEEEEEEE MAAAAALLLLLLVVVAAAAAADDDOOOOOOOSSSS!!!
Markson: Mac Bane a second too late! What an exciting end to the match, with a sneaky rollup scoring the three count!
Napier: Tristan is arguing with the referee that Victor was the legal man, but he’s told it was actually Hector who was the legal Malvado in the ring.
Markson: With all that happened in the closing seconds, I can see how there would be confusion between which Malvado is which. In the end, the champions squeaked by Your Worst Nightmare, which I bet they’ll be having tonight about just how close they were to losing the titles. We’ll be back with more Bohemian Bash action after this!
One!
Tw– KICKOUT!
Markson: Another trademark from the Malvados as Hector and Victor are working seamless tag team offense to isolate Mac Bane early on. If this keeps up, they’ll be on their way to another title defense.
Napier: Not to mention, but I will, that Hector countered that clothesline. It would have taken his head off if Mac connected. No wonder the team is Your Worst Nightmare!
*Victor locks in a side headlock on Mac, and he quickly loses control as Mac surges! He brings Victor down with a Back Drop and then follows it up with an elbow drop to the heart of Victor. The Malvado Brother is up quickly, only to collect a receipt for a Clothesline as Mac flattens him. He then lifts Victor up in the blink of an eye and plants him with a German Suplex before covering and looking at Hector!*
One!
Tw—KICKOUT!
Markson: I think Mac still had that cheap shot double team to start the match on his mind.
Napier: Cheap shot? Pssh, they were in the ring.
*Mac drags Victor over to the MALVADOS corner and squeezes his head with his sinewy hands, forcing Hector to watch his brother shout out in pain. Mac then clubs Victor on back back of the neck and reaches out an arm towards Hector, who is just out of reach! Mac yanks Victor back and throws him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex across the ring! He moves over to his corner and tags in Tristan Slater, who begins stomping Victor’s leg.*
Napier: No cheap shot there??
Markson: I don’t see what you mean?
Napier: That was an illegal double team!
Markson: You know, petty doesn’t look good on you.
Napier: Maybe it doesn’t look good… it looks freaking GREAT!
*Tristan lifts Victor into the corner and wraps an arm around the rope before chopping the chest of Victor.*
*WOOOO!*
Chop!
*WOOOO!*
*Victor suddenly turns Tristan around in the corner!*
Chop! Chop! Chop!
*WOOOOOOOOOO!*
Napier: These fools will woo to a cocka-doodle-doo.
Markson: What? That’s ridiculous and doesn’t make sense.
Napier: Just like these idiots!
*Tristan goes for a Shoulder Block and Victor slips over the top and rolls through, opting not to hold on for a pin. He goes off the ropes and when Tristan gets up he’s caught with a Tornado DDT from the jumping Malvado! Victor goes onto the apron as Tristan isn’t staying down. Victor springboards over and lands a picturesque Cross Body on Tristan – holds on for the pin!*
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Markson: Back and forth as the Malvados and Your Worst Nightmare have the crowd watching every moment!
Napier: The Malvados have been in this ring defending those titles for what seems like an eternity. It’s tough to bet against them at this point.
Markson: True, but this match is completely up for grabs until someone takes a risk.
*Victor looks to tie up Tristan and bring him over for a tag to Hector, who comes over the ropes and lands a kick to the kidneys of Slater, doubling him over. Hector instantly goes to the turnbuckle and slingshots off with a Split Legged Moonsault! He then lifts Tristan up into the corner, and sets him on the top rope as Victor tags back in. The Malvados both ascend the ropes and the crowd anticipates something big.*
Napier: This could seal the deal for the champs.
Markson: It looks like the Malvados want to hit their Dos Equis double Spanish Fly! Wait a minute…
Napier: No way!
*As the Malvados stand with Tristan, Mac Bane gets on the apron! They manage to kick him away and that’s all the time Tristan needs.*
Markson: DOUBLE ROCK BOTTOM SENDS ALL THREE DOWN!!
Napier: That was insane. The Malvados are in trouble.
*Tristan is crawling back towards one of the Malvados when Mac hops back on his corner and calls for for a tag. Tristan turns and makes the tag and as Mac comes in while the Malvados are standing. Double Clothesline from Bane! He then grabs Victor and hits a Full Nelson Slam, followed by a kick to Victor’s chest when he gets to his knees. Mac tosses Victor off the ropes and lands a Big Boot that Victor three-quarters flips over before crash landing. Bane tags Slater and Tristan pulls Victor to the outside as the referee warns him. Tristan either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care as he flops Victor’s body off the barricade… then crushes him between the barricade with a knee strike! Tristan pulls up Victor and rolls him into the ring at the ref’s count of five. Tristan ascends the apron and top rope as the crowd starts getting riled up.*
Markson: Tristan Slater has turned up the temperature and he’s looking to uncork a match changing move!
Napier: If he doesn’t take too long!
Markson: Top Rope Elbow Drop– CONNECTS! And you know Tristan isn’t done.
*Indeed this is staging the scene for Tristan’s Flip Piledriver. He tries to pick up Victor, who is a bit out of it after the assault. When Tristan gets him up, Victor immediately stands with a Back Body Drop counter. Tristan lands on his feet! He bounces back with a back heel kick that catches Victor right on the jaw. Tristan decides to tag in Mac who knocks Hector off the apron! He gets Victor on his shoulders while Tristan goes up top and then flies off with a Blockbuster! Still not satisfied, the big Texan problem solver whirls Victor up and runs him across the ring to land a Buckle Bomb! Tristan comes in with a Step Up Enziguri and Victor COLLAPSES TO THE MAT! Cover by Slater!!
One!
Two!
THRE—
Napier: HECTOR WITH THE SAVE!!
Markson: Like a steam engine, Victor saw Your Worst Nightmare coming at him and had few defenses. Hector managed to get back into the ring a half count away from our crowning new Duos Champions.
*Tristan lands knees to the midsection of Hector before tossing him through the ropes. Mac is waiting on the apron and they tag so he can enter. Victor looks woozy as Bane lifts him up and hangs the Malvado over the top rope. He then steps back and Your Worst Nightmare hit tandem Sidekicks that ends up sending Victor backwards and to the floor! Mac with a pinfall!*
One!
Two!
THREE—HECTOR AGAIN BREAKS IT UP!
*At this point, both teams begin brawling it out and the crowd is all for it!*
Napier: I have to say, I’m extremely impressed with Tristan and Mac. They work as well together as the Malvados.
Markson: Whether they’re on their own or teaming, those are championship caliber wrestlers. It’s how the Malvados have been almost quietly worn down, and they could find themselves out soon.
*Hector manages to catch Mac with a jumping knee to the face before hitting a Running Dropkick that shoots Bane to the apron. Tristan hits a pele kick on Victor that sends him onto the same side apron. Tristan goes off the turnbuckle and hits a Springboard Dropkick on Victor, but he hits a rising Mac and both go tumbling to the floor— NO! Hector slipped out of the ring and he was going to pull Bane off the apron. He now sees Mac flying off the apron at him! HECTOR CATCHES BANE IN A STANDING SPANISH FLY ONTO THE FLOOR!!
Napier: Holy sh—
Markson: SHIVERING IMPACT! Tristan made a slight error judging that dropkick’s effect, and now Mac may be out of it!
*As Tristan shakes his head, Hector helps Victor to his feet on the floor. They look pleased seeing Mac on the floor until Tristan comes over the top rope with a TOPE SUICIDA!! He takes out the champs and a moment later, is back up and sends Hector into the ring as the crowd is revved up once again!*
Markson: A huge risk that pays off for Tristan!
Napier: Go big or go home! This is the moment for Slater to finish things.
*Tristan follows Hector in and finds his opponent going for a backfist. Slater ducks and goes for a backfist of his own, and Hector is dazed! Tristan positions him for the Flipping Piledriver, and Hector blocks! Tristan tries again, and Hector clings to him with what may be his last gasp and somehow flips Tristan onto his back! He flips over into a pin!*
One!
Two!
THREENO!
Markson: Tristan was taken by surprise but manages to kickout!
Napier: He wasn’t fooled enough that time!
*Tristan is back up and is hit by a Flying Forearm from Hector. He’s backed into a corner and Hector charges in with a Splash! TRISTAN CATCHES HIM AND HITS AN EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! He quickly lifts Hector up and HITS THE FLIPPING PILEDRIVER FOR THE COVER!!*
One!
Two!
…
FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!
Napier: Unbelievable!
Markson: It IS unbelievable because Victor Malvado put Hector’s foot there and the referee didn’t catch it!
Napier: Who’s fault is that?!
*Tristan looks shocked until he sees Victor clapping outside the ring. However, the figure of MAC BANE looms over Victor, and he lifts the Malvado up onto his shoulders and runs him into the turnbuckle headfirst! Tristan sees Mac going to dislodge the steel stairs and he turns right into a thumb to the eye by Hector Malvado! It blinds Tristan, and the referee sternly warns Hector, who then fires off a backfist knuckle to floor Tristan! Mac is waiting for Victor to stand and when he does, Mac holds the steel stairs up and – Hector with a dropkick between the ropes SENDS THE STEEL STAIRS INTO MAC’S FACE!! Hector motions to Victor and both Malvados get into the ring. Hector picks up Slater in one corner and looks to fire him into a flying Victor BUT TRISTAN REVERSES! HECTOR DUCKS UNDER VICTOR WHO COMES FLYING OFF! SLATER WITH A STEP UP ENZIGURI ON VICTOR!*
Markson: The action is coming fast and furious!
Napier: This could make or break things!
*Tristan hauls up Victor for the FLIPPING PILEDRIVER! HE DRIVES IT HOME!!! THEN HECTOR COMES FROM BEHIND WITH A ROLLUP ON SLATER?!?*
One!
Two!
MAC DIVES IN AND…
…
THREE!!!
*Ding ding ding*
Steve Cotton: Here are your winners… and STIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL THUNDER PRO WRESTLING DUOS CHAMPIONS… THEEEEEEE MAAAAALLLLLLVVVAAAAAADDDOOOOOOOSSSS!!!
Markson: Mac Bane a second too late! What an exciting end to the match, with a sneaky rollup scoring the three count!
Napier: Tristan is arguing with the referee that Victor was the legal man, but he’s told it was actually Hector who was the legal Malvado in the ring.
Markson: With all that happened in the closing seconds, I can see how there would be confusion between which Malvado is which. In the end, the champions squeaked by Your Worst Nightmare, which I bet they’ll be having tonight about just how close they were to losing the titles. We’ll be back with more Bohemian Bash action after this!
*The scene fades from the ring to the backstage area at the Thunder Pro Wrestling's Bohemian Bash, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton approaches Henri Toussaint as he gets ready... *
Ricky: Hey there, Henri! Heard you've got the coveted #30 entry spot so hear me out (Pulls out some Burger King coupons) You look like you're a hungry guy so here's the deal: The Pretty Boy has some good deals here on these coupons that I KNOW you'll love...
*Henri glanced up from his preparations, his intense gaze fixed on Ricky. *
Ricky: Hey there, Henri! Heard you've got the coveted #30 entry spot so hear me out (Pulls out some Burger King coupons) You look like you're a hungry guy so here's the deal: The Pretty Boy has some good deals here on these coupons that I KNOW you'll love...
*Henri glanced up from his preparations, his intense gaze fixed on Ricky. *
Henri: Did you actually offer me COUPONS for my spot in this Battle Royal? For this chance THIS ONE CHANCE to get a Title shot? Ricky...did you actually do that?
Ricky: (Adjusts his coat) Hey...HEY....It's BBKKKKKK Have it your way....
Henry: NO RICKY. JUST NO.
Ricky: OK, OK, bad idea. Ok so I have something else I can offer you bring him in! (A Stanton Goon brings in a Llama that has has black emo hair going over his eye. A guy is singing Secondhand Serenade's Fall For You in the background. He sings the lyrics"..Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again!)
Henri: NO! OH HELL NO RICKY!!! Keep your Emo Llama and that weird guy singing. Dude, you had your shot keep all your weird stuff and I have no CLUE how you got a Llama backstage and I don't wanna know!
*Ricky leaned in, his voice low and persuasive. *
Ricky: Henri, my friend, let me tell you, I know you think you deserve that shot...how about this.
(Ricky pulls out VIP passes to the Velvet Rabbit) Zelda Sparkles Weber..she's awesome...
*Henri looks at the passes and looks at Ricky and walks off throwing his hands up in disbelief. The shot focuses on a stunned Stanton and then fades back to the commentary table. *
Ricky: (Adjusts his coat) Hey...HEY....It's BBKKKKKK Have it your way....
Henry: NO RICKY. JUST NO.
Ricky: OK, OK, bad idea. Ok so I have something else I can offer you bring him in! (A Stanton Goon brings in a Llama that has has black emo hair going over his eye. A guy is singing Secondhand Serenade's Fall For You in the background. He sings the lyrics"..Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again!)
Henri: NO! OH HELL NO RICKY!!! Keep your Emo Llama and that weird guy singing. Dude, you had your shot keep all your weird stuff and I have no CLUE how you got a Llama backstage and I don't wanna know!
*Ricky leaned in, his voice low and persuasive. *
Ricky: Henri, my friend, let me tell you, I know you think you deserve that shot...how about this.
(Ricky pulls out VIP passes to the Velvet Rabbit) Zelda Sparkles Weber..she's awesome...
*Henri looks at the passes and looks at Ricky and walks off throwing his hands up in disbelief. The shot focuses on a stunned Stanton and then fades back to the commentary table. *
Markson: Ricky Stanton is trying to cut a deal and get that number thirty spot from Henri Toussaint, but I don't think he is going to get that deal closed.
Napier: Are you kidding me? Ricky Stanton could have written a book on the art of the deal.
Markson: I think someone already wrote that book.
Napier: Well, Ricky Stanton is a TRUE business man, and he will seal the deal.
Markson: Speaking of a true business man, Ricky Stanton hasn't been the only TPW Superstar out there hustling, let's check that out right now.
*As the cameras cut backstage, you see the fan area. Concession stands, food court and people lined up to get a variety of goods available for purchase during the shows. This was as much part of the event as anything going on in the ring. For a kid, it could be the first piece of merchandise purchased at their first event. Even for some Adults, the items on sale could be the newest piece of their collection. A die hard fan wanting their little piece of history. Memories made and making memories was what everyone wanted to do. Fan or Wrestler alike, we all just want a memory to remember the moment by.*
VENDER: Thanks, enjoy the rest of the show!
*A Father and his son leave the front of the line. Having purchased a few items, the son looked thrilled!*
VENDER: What can I do you for?
*Next in line wasn't a regular customer. The fans watching at ringside on the big screen round off with a mixed bag of cheers and boos as TPW's Newest signee, Jason Cashe steps up to the counter.*
CASHE: Let me get a Thundermaniac Shirt.. Ummm… And a replica of each of the Titles in TPW.
VENDOR: We only have the foam belts. The toys for kids?
CASHE: That's fine! One of each.. Two Tag Titles tho, I need two of them. Tag and all..
VENDOR: No problem! Coming right up!
*As he waits for his purchase, Cashe turns and nods, smiling to another person waiting in line. As the vendor bagged all his items, he was rung up, paid his bill, grabbed the bags and stepped away from the counter.*
VENDOR: Thanks for coming!
CASHE: Ohhh I haven't came yet.. I will though and everyone will see me coming!
*Making sure he looks into the Thunder Pro Camera recording, he smiles.*
CASHE: Ready or Not..
VENDER: Thanks, enjoy the rest of the show!
*A Father and his son leave the front of the line. Having purchased a few items, the son looked thrilled!*
VENDER: What can I do you for?
*Next in line wasn't a regular customer. The fans watching at ringside on the big screen round off with a mixed bag of cheers and boos as TPW's Newest signee, Jason Cashe steps up to the counter.*
CASHE: Let me get a Thundermaniac Shirt.. Ummm… And a replica of each of the Titles in TPW.
VENDOR: We only have the foam belts. The toys for kids?
CASHE: That's fine! One of each.. Two Tag Titles tho, I need two of them. Tag and all..
VENDOR: No problem! Coming right up!
*As he waits for his purchase, Cashe turns and nods, smiling to another person waiting in line. As the vendor bagged all his items, he was rung up, paid his bill, grabbed the bags and stepped away from the counter.*
VENDOR: Thanks for coming!
CASHE: Ohhh I haven't came yet.. I will though and everyone will see me coming!
*Making sure he looks into the Thunder Pro Camera recording, he smiles.*
CASHE: Ready or Not..
*The shot fades from the smiling Cashe back to the ring side commentary team. *
Napier: OH PLEASE! Jason Cashe is a simple street hustler, but Ricky Stanton is a wheeler and dealer making big boy deals
Markson: Well, why don't we get back to business as we go to our American Championship match?
Napier: DEAL!
Steve Cotton: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the American championship!
*The instrumental version of “Battle Royale” by Apashe begins to play. *
Steve Cotton: Introducing first, the challenger… From Shinkiba, Koto City, Japan… Weighing in at 115 pounds and standing at 5’ flat… Here is… Junko Souma!
*She makes her way to the ring without much fanfare, and once inside her music dies out. *
Steve Cotton: …and her opponent…
*"Inferno" by Rain Paris hits the speakers as lime green and teal spotlights race over the crowd. Purple lights blink as smoke begins billowing out of the entrance way. Nova steps through and pauses, her hand on her hip, and a smirk on her face.*
Steve Cotton: Making her way to the ring from Massapequa, New York… Weighing in at 137 pounds and standing 5' 6'' tall… Here is your American Champion… Nova Skye!
*She looks out over the crowd, then slowly puts her arms out as pyros go off behind her. She makes her way down to the ring, and jumps over the top rope, running over to the far corner, leaping on the turnbuckle, basking in the attention before hopping down. *
Markson: Well, here we go Nappy, a big-time fight for the American championship that Nova Sky has been holding for four months!
Napier: MotherFudgeer, who are you calling nappy?!
*Nova Skye hands the title over to the ref for this one, “Mullet” Matthews, who displays it for the selective crowd in attendance. Once he gives the belt to the timekeeper, he checks with both competitors who are ready to go and calls for the bell.*
Markson: Fine, NAPIER, who you got in this contest?
Napier: Well, got to go with the champion on principle, right? Though Junko has been making waves, not just here, but everywhere she is actively wrestling.
*The bell rings and both women begin to circle each other, getting a full measure before locking up in the middle of the ring. The champ gets the quick upper hand, applying a headlock but Junko easily pushes her off into the ropes. Nova bounces off the ropes and Junko goes for a clothesline but Nova ducks, bouncing off the other side. Junko takes a few steps backwards and tries for an elbow but again Nova ducks. She bounces off the ropes again and this time Junko leapfrogs her; Nova bounces again and Junko drops to the mat so Nova can skip over her. Junko jumps to her feet and goes for a drop kick, but Nova hangs on to the ropes and Junko falls flat on her face! She gets up, hand on chin, and turns towards Nova who steps to the outside and then uses the ropes to springboard herself back in, going for a cross body block, but Junko rolls forward ducking it and now Skye falls flat on her face. Both ladies quickly get to their feet and Junko hooks Sky and sends her flying with a hip toss, no, Skye twirls and lands on her feet and now she hooks Junko and hip tosses her! No, she does the same thing and lands on her feet, then grabs Skye by her arm and sends her flying with an arm drag. Both get up to their feet quickly, but Skye blocks a second arm drag and delivers one herself. Both ladies get right back up, into a fighting stance but then stop and just glare at each other as the crowd gives a nice reaction.*
Markson: This is what happens when you get a couple of highflyers who match up perfectly, neither will get the upper hand in the early going.
Napier: Yup, and it usually takes a mistake by one of them, and both made a mistake, but quickly recovered. We’re in for a good one, Markson.
*Both ladies walk around before locking up again, no, there is no lock up as Skye knees Junko in the mid-section, doubling her over. She knees her a few more times, backing her to the ropes and there she nails her with a couple of forearms; clearly the sportsmanship has been thrown out the window already. She then whips Junko to the opposite side, no reversal by Junko who pulls Skye in and knees her stiffly in her midsection. Nova doubles over and Junko now follows up with some hard forearms to her back… Junko then hooks her while doubled over and drops her with a gut-buster. Junko flips her over and attempts the first pin of the match, but Sky kicks out before the Mullet hits one. Junko sits her up and then applies a reverse chin-lock on Sky, but she has no plans on staying down and quickly works her way to her feet, turning and elbowing Junko in the mid-section to break free. Sky now goes for a right hand, but Junko blocks it and hits Nova with an open palm chop to the chest that causes her to go stumbling backwards. Junko stays on her, quickly hooking her for a suplex, lifting her up and dropping her after a 2 second delay. Junko rolls on top of her for the pin, and the Mullet does hit one this time, but nothing more. *
Markson: The match continues to be even despite Junko’s early pin attempts here, Napier.
Napier: Yeah, but sometimes it is not about trying to get the 1, 2, 3 on your opponent… It’s about wearing them out. You pin them, they must kick out, they must try to get up… You put them back down and try and try again. As the match goes on, those pins take their toll.
*Junko gets to her feet and brings Nova to hers before whipping her to the ropes, Skye bounces off and Junko goes for a back body drop but Sky stops on her tracks, grabs Junko by her head and delivers a double knee face-buster! Junko recoils, falling hard on her back and holding her face in pain. Skye quickly jumps on top of her and attempts her first pin of the match!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out by Junko! *
*Skye gets to her feet and now with a pep in her step she heads to the corner where she climbs to the very top, turns and waits for Junko to get up. Once she does, Skye launches herself and connects with a missile drop kick! Junko flips in midair and lands near the ropes before rolling to the outside, not allowing Nova to go for the pin. This doesn’t bother Skye as she is perfectly happy going outside despite the Mullet telling her to keep it in the ring. Once outside, she picks up Junko and whips her towards the steel steps where she hits hard, back first. The crowd boos, but she doesn’t care as she now puts the boots to Junko to ensure she stays down. Skye then walks to the opposite side, standing by the guard rail, then rushes towards Junko and connects with a cannonball, crushing Junko between her and the steel steps.*
Markson: Nova Skye has definitely picked it up and is showing Junko exactly what she is the American champion.
Napier: No doubt, the challenger better turn this around or Skye will end this one early.
*Skye gets to her feet and brings Junko to hers before tossing her inside the ring breaking the Mullet’s count of four. She gets in herself and now makes the pin on Junko. *
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out again by Junko! *
*Nova looks at The Mullet in disbelief who shows her two fingers. She gets to her feet and then steps outside of the ring, standing on the apron, waiting for Junko to get up. When she does, Nova flips herself over the top, landing on top of Junko’s shoulders, going for a dragonrana but Junko blocks it, pulling Skye back up, spinning around and planting her with a sit-down power-bomb! Junko doesn’t go for the pin surprisingly, bringing Skye right back to his feet and leaving her doubled over. She then bounces herself off the ropes, sunset flips over Sky, hooking her on the way down and planting her with the J-POP Coaster! Now Junko goes for the pin and The Mullet is all over it!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Th… Kick out Nova Skye!*
Markson: What a powerful two move combo, back to back variations of power-bombs that almost won Junko the American championship!
Napier: Now you know that “almost” doesn’t count, that’s why you are still a virgin!
*Junko gets back to her feet and heads to the corner, she climbs it and then waits for Skye who is stumbling to her feet… Once she turns to face Junko, she flies off the corner and connects with a cross body block! Junko doesn’t go for the cover, instead she brings Skye back to her feet and leaves her there standing dazed and confused. Junko then goes back to the top, jumps off and connects with a hip attack she calls Face Full of Ace! Nova is down and appears out and Junko goes for the pin again!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Thr… Kick out Nova Skye!*
*Junko doesn’t let that bother her as she gets back to her feet, grabs Skye by her hair, pulling her up and then whipping her to the ropes as she runs towards the opposite ropes. Skye bounces off and Junko on her return goes for Domo Arigato, Mr. Lariato, a vicious running lariat but Nova Skye is able to duck it at the last second. Both women put on the breaks and turn towards each other. Junko lands a stiff chop that backs Skye towards the corner, she moves in on her and then whips her to the opposite side. Skye hits hard and Junko charges at her, going for a splash but Skye moves out of the way at the last second and Junko crashes and burns! *
Markson: No one was home for Junko on that one!
Napier: Skye is in desperation mode as Junko has been on her like white on rice.
*As Junko is hung out to dry on the top turnbuckle, Skye climbs up behind her, hooks her and drops her with a spider suplex! Junko lands hard in the middle of the ring and Skye takes a moment to catch a breather as she hangs upside down on the turnbuckle. After a few seconds she pulls herself up and then stands on the turnbuckle, before turning to face a down Junko. She jumps off, going for a shooting star press, but Junko rolls out of the way, and Skye sees her so she lands on her feet, but then drops immediately as she lands awkwardly. Junko crawls over to a corner where she tries to pull herself up as The Mullet checks on Skye who is in agony, holding her ankle in pain. Junko gets up now and stumbles over and tries to get her hands on Skye but the ref shoves her back, and tells her to wait as he is checking on Nova’s ankle. *
Markson: That was a nasty landing there by Nova, one of her ankles quickly giving way.
Napier: Yeah, looking at the replay it didn’t look good and while I don’t think she broke it, she might have severely sprained it.
*The ref asks Sky if she wants to continue and she nods yes despite being in tremendous pain, Junko, smelling blood in the water quickly moves in and begins stomping on the bad ankle! The ref warns her but as she goes to grab Skye, she hooks her with an inside cradle instead!*
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Kick out by Junko!*
*Both women get to their feet, but Skye is hopping on one foot and Junko quickly delivers a drop kick to the bad ankle and Skye drops to the mat. Junko doesn’t let up, bringing her back up, hooking her for a Ki Krusher ’99 she has dubbed The JNK Driver! Junko gets her up and drops her hard on her head! The Mullet checks both shoulders and makes the count!
*One!*
*Two!!*
*Nova tries to kick out, but the bad ankle is the one that is hooked!*
*Three!!!*
*The bell rings.*
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner… AND THE NEW American champion…. Junko Souma!
*Junko’s music hits as she gets to her feet. The time keeper hands the title to Matthews who in turn hands it to Junko before raising her arm in victory. *
Markson: History has been made Napier! Junko is our new American champion!
Napier: Not only is she our new champion, she is the first international superstar to hold this title!
Markson: Well, SuMa, the first American champion is from parts unknown, but I think we’re safe in that assumption. Historic win indeed for Junko, but you have to wonder about the extent of Sky’s ankle injury there, had not that happened, would the result here tonight have been different?
Napier: We’ll never know, but she chose to continue the match, no one forced her and Junko capitalized.
*Junko climbs the corner and raises her newly won title proudly as The Mullet helps Skye to the back.*
*As the shot switches over, we see the cameraman moving very slowly forward down the hallway in the underground bunker. His stealth becomes apparent as he carefully maneuvers the camera around to point it through an open doorway, where we see two men. Alexander Marshall is leaning against the wall, watching as Peter Vaughn paces back and forth in front of him.*
Alexander Marshall: You have too much energy, Peter. You should be saving all this for your match.
Peter Vaughn: I’ve got more than enough. Trust me. So you’re sure this plan is going to work?
Alexander Marshall: You just said it, Pete. “Trust me”. It’s all going to go flawlessly. I guarantee that Larry Tact has absolutely no idea what’s coming his way.
*Alexander throws Peter a large smile, but Peter doesn’t seem too convinced. He leans against the wall, doing a few push-ups against it.*
Peter Vaughn: I just don’t want this night to get screwed up. This is my time. Terry’s gone, you got what you wanted, and now it’s time I get what I want.
Alexander Marshall: And you will! You have nothing to worry about, Pete! You’re the past, present, & future of TPW. Mr. Tact is going to know that as one of his facts very soon.
Peter Vaughn: It’s not like I need help, anyway. I can take down Tact on my own, now that I’ve got the opportunity. I can wrestle circles around him.
Alexander Marshall: Of course you can. And you will. But it never hurts to have several irons in the fire, does it?
*Peter nods, agreeing with the thought, as the cameraman slips in a little closer. Instantly, Vaughn’s arm snaps to the left, snatching up a shotgun as he spins towards the doorway!! He cocks the gun, aiming straight at the camera!*
Cameraman: Whoa! WHOA! WHOOAAA!!!
*The cameraman backs up quickly, terrified, but Peter is already lowering the gun. Alexander peeks around him, concerned.*
Peter Vaughn: False alarm. It’s not a zombie. And you, pal, should know better than to sneak up on someone.
*Vaughn walks towards the cameraman, who looks like he's shaking, at least from the camera's point of view. But Vaughn just walks right past him, heading out into the hallway. He looks back for a second, nodding at Alexander.*
Peter Vaughn: Stay safe, boss. Next time I see you, I'll be wearing gold.
*Peter then departs, heading for the ringside entrance. Alexander quickly hurries to the doorway, glaring at the cameraman.*
Alexander Marshall: We’ll talk about this later, IF you want to keep your job.
*The door gets slammed shut. The cameraman takes a few seconds to catch his breath, realizing that this could have been a life-or-death situation. He then walks off, putting space between himself and Peter Vaughn’s shotgun. We fade to a prerecorded message.
Voice: “I say we forego the effigy and give this sacred ground some real sacrifice.”
*TPW cameras are positioned backstage. After the words are uttered, Cyrus Riddle appears on the screen, methodically pacing back and forth with a black hood covering the top of his head. *
Cyrus Riddle: “Tonight, although via a different presentation, is nothing more than a ritual. Thirty willing participants enter, one stands victorious after twenty-nine are eliminated. The victor holds power as the deliverer of the final nail in the coffin, thus reaping all of the benefit bestowed from sacrificing their fellow men and women in an effort to become immortalized.”
*Riddle stops, keeping his face in the camera’s direction but moving his eyes around in curiosity. *
Cyrus Riddle: “Can you feel the energy? The entire atmosphere holds its own unique vibrance. It is comparable to a lingering anxiety that could transition into dread or bliss depending on what side of the line of success you fall on by the end of the night.”
“Just take a glance at the field. J Mont, El Diablo Blanco, Mac Bane, CJ O’Donnell, Jason Cashe, Matt Knox, Eavan Maloney… Fudgeninell, even Ricky Stanton has thrown his name into this. We all sense it, we all feel the energy seeping into our veins. Every person, from one to thirty, named and unnamed alike, are in this for that coveted championship opportunity. I’m no clairvoyant, but I do know that with the pool of talent you are soon to see, that this match will shake foundations.”
*Riddle pauses briefly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before gazing intently into the camera. *
Cyrus Riddle: “However, anyone not named Cyrus Riddle and expecting to win has the most futile of expectations. This is my night, this is my reignition. Tonight, before everyone, including those who may be hiding in the bushes, or wearing tinfoil hats… you will see the true champion of this business ascend to the thrones once more. It begins tonight, it begins with Cyrus Riddle, and you all are my sacrifice.”
*A wicked smirk befalls the Englishman before the feed cuts away back to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
*TPW cameras are positioned backstage. After the words are uttered, Cyrus Riddle appears on the screen, methodically pacing back and forth with a black hood covering the top of his head. *
Cyrus Riddle: “Tonight, although via a different presentation, is nothing more than a ritual. Thirty willing participants enter, one stands victorious after twenty-nine are eliminated. The victor holds power as the deliverer of the final nail in the coffin, thus reaping all of the benefit bestowed from sacrificing their fellow men and women in an effort to become immortalized.”
*Riddle stops, keeping his face in the camera’s direction but moving his eyes around in curiosity. *
Cyrus Riddle: “Can you feel the energy? The entire atmosphere holds its own unique vibrance. It is comparable to a lingering anxiety that could transition into dread or bliss depending on what side of the line of success you fall on by the end of the night.”
“Just take a glance at the field. J Mont, El Diablo Blanco, Mac Bane, CJ O’Donnell, Jason Cashe, Matt Knox, Eavan Maloney… Fudgeninell, even Ricky Stanton has thrown his name into this. We all sense it, we all feel the energy seeping into our veins. Every person, from one to thirty, named and unnamed alike, are in this for that coveted championship opportunity. I’m no clairvoyant, but I do know that with the pool of talent you are soon to see, that this match will shake foundations.”
*Riddle pauses briefly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before gazing intently into the camera. *
Cyrus Riddle: “However, anyone not named Cyrus Riddle and expecting to win has the most futile of expectations. This is my night, this is my reignition. Tonight, before everyone, including those who may be hiding in the bushes, or wearing tinfoil hats… you will see the true champion of this business ascend to the thrones once more. It begins tonight, it begins with Cyrus Riddle, and you all are my sacrifice.”
*A wicked smirk befalls the Englishman before the feed cuts away back to Steve Cotton standing in the ring. *
Steve Cotton: The following contest is for.... THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger. Weighing in at 185lbs, and hailing from Dallas, TX. He is a former International Champion, he is a member of The Cabal, he is The Mechanic.... THIS IS PETER VAUGHN!!!
*The lights in the forest go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans. *
"This Time... It's Different."
*After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the tunnel, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward wearing his dark blue gear,. He stops at the top of the tunnel, surveying the negative reaction from the crowd. From his reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He rolls into the ring, ready for whatever comes next. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn a former TPW International Champion, looking to become the first ever two time International Champion here tonight. Of course, we wouldn’t be remiss if we didn’t also mention that Vaughn is responsible for eliminating Terry Marshall from his own company.
Napier: Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. We get it, we get it. Think all you want about that, but the fact remains that Peter Vaughn is a part of the greatest stable in all of professional wrestling today in the Cabal and just soon enough he will be capturing gold once again.
Markson: He’s done things the underhanded way, a completely different person from when he won his first championship here in TPW.
"This Time... It's Different."
*After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the tunnel, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks forward wearing his dark blue gear,. He stops at the top of the tunnel, surveying the negative reaction from the crowd. From his reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He rolls into the ring, ready for whatever comes next. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn a former TPW International Champion, looking to become the first ever two time International Champion here tonight. Of course, we wouldn’t be remiss if we didn’t also mention that Vaughn is responsible for eliminating Terry Marshall from his own company.
Napier: Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. We get it, we get it. Think all you want about that, but the fact remains that Peter Vaughn is a part of the greatest stable in all of professional wrestling today in the Cabal and just soon enough he will be capturing gold once again.
Markson: He’s done things the underhanded way, a completely different person from when he won his first championship here in TPW.
Steve Cotton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Weighing in tonight at 260lbs, and hailing from Manhattan, New York. HE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING, INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIOOOOOONNNN!!! THIS IS... LARRRRRYYYY TTTAAAAACCCTTTT!!!
*Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the speakers in the forest as the lights cut out. Red and white lights scan the crowd before all the lights cut out. A single crimson spotlight shines down on Larry Tact at the top of the entrance stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him. As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside with petty insults before arriving to the ring. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring as the house light come back on. He stretches using the ropes, smoothes back his hair and bounces from side-to-side, zeroed in on the battle ahead. *
Napier: Kiss that title goodbye, Larry.
Markson: Larry Tact might be all that stands between the light and the darkness here tonight, and we’re going to see these two square of in what should be an absolute classic. Larry Tact, of course, winning that title by defeating Chris Page and Buster Gloves back in April, he’s held onto it through so mu--
Napier: I’m going to cut you off there. Now, I’ll give Larry credit there, he’s held onto that title long enough. But that’s all going to end tonight.
*The challenger and the champion stand just an arm’s length apart in the center of the ring as referee Lindsay Wallace runs through some last minute instructions for the duo and holds the TPW International Championship title up high over her head. Tact and Vaughn begin to jaw a little bit as the crowd buzzes in anticipation for that bell. *
Markson: You can see the sheer size difference between these two men, Tact is easily over six and a half feet tall and well over two hundred pounds while Vaughn needs a step stool in order to claim to be six feet tall.
Napier: Yeah, but he’s got the heart of a champion. A two time champion, in fact.
Markson: Folks, I am not speaking hyperbole when I say that this match could very well be for the soul of Thunder Pro Wrestling. Referee Lindsay Wallace calls for the bell and here we go.
DING! DING! DING!
*No flinch. Nothing from either man as they stay at an arm’s length near the center of the ring even as the last echo from the bell fades away. Both of them stand there still going back and forth with a couple last minute words, however, with each passing second the crowd gets louder and louder. Just before the crowd riots from the anticipation, Vaughn fires a right hand into the jaw of the champion! Tact gives very little ground as he braces himself and turns his head back for another shot from Vaughn. A third right hand from Vaughn and Tact still hasn’t backed up much, Vaughn goes for a fourth right hand but Tact swipes it aside like an insect and fires a right hand of his own!! This rocks Vaughn backwards in the ring, nearly sending him through the top and middle ropes and also brings this crowd to its feet in the process. *
Markson: Big haymaker there and that rocked Peter Vaughn! Vaughn might be wise not to try and go toe-to-toe with the champion or this might not take that long. Vaughn stumbles right into a second big right hand shot and Vaughn hits the mat hard and goes to the outside!
Napier: Great tactical smarts by Peter Vaughn, this is not a race, this is going to be a marathon. Take your time, get outside of the ring and recover, you’ve got the use of a ten count might as well use it.
Markson: And he might need all ten of those seconds to shake the cobwebs after that second big right hand.
*Vaughn, from the outside of the ring, complains towards the referee about Tact using a closed fist. Slowly and taking as much time as needed here, Vaughn begins to climb back up onto the ring apron making sure that the champion is being held back the required amount of space by the referee so he can safely re-enter the ring. His words, not mine. Vaughn dips his head through the ropes and Tact sprints forward, but Vaughn quickly leaps down onto the floor once again causing the crowd to boo him loudly. Vaughn sort of struts about the outside as the referee backs Tact up in the ring trying to get this match going again. Vaughn eventually makes his way back up onto the ring apron and ducks his head in again before finally re-entering the ring. *
Napier: These mutants that some might call fans obviously don’t understand, like I do, that all Peter Vaughn is doing is playing some mind games here with the champion. Get the man flustered and get the man off of his game.
Markson: Really? Because it looks like he’s stalling to me.
Napier: You wouldn’t know, you’ve never been in that ring. That’s a ring tactician right there.
*Vaughn is finally back into the ring before the referee allows the champion another chance to charge at his challenger here, Vaughn is quick and is able to do a step-behind move and hook the champion in a rear waist lock hold. Vaughn attempts to lift up the 260lbs of his opponent, but Tact puts a quick end to that with a back elbow shot to the side of Vaughn’s skull. Vaughn is dazed from the strike and stumbles off of the ropes right into a torture rack lift from Tact! Tact spins…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and connects with a spinout powerbomb that drops Peter Vaughn dead center in the ring with a heavy thud! Tact hooks the legs of the challenger. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NO, SHOULDER UP!
Markson: That nearly had him there, Larry Tact hitting the Tactilizer mere minutes into this match and he nearly ends this match with it.
Napier: I’ll admit it, Tact caught him there. Vaughn gambled big and Tact was able to counter his big gamble and nearly steal this match.
Markson: And once again Peter Vaughn is rolling to the outside of the ring.
*A huge chorus of boos go up as Vaughn rolls to the outside once again, Vaughn’s not as confident this time as he’s actually using this time to catch his breath after nearly being stunned for a three count. As Vaughn walks around the ring he begins to get into it with a few of the ringside fans, this distraction is all Larry Tact needs in order to slide to the outside and give chase! Vaughn slides into the ring for escape and as Tact does the same Vaughn is there with a quick series of stomps and punches to the champion!! Tact tries to get up even with the onslaught from Vaughn, but Vaughn cuts the six and a half feet champion down with a clip to the back of his knee!! Vaughn begins to take advantage of that opening. *
Markson: And like blood in the water to a shark, Peter Vaughn begins to unload on that right leg of the champion now.
Napier: Are you still on the whole he was stalling thing? Or do you now understand that I was right in the tactical thing? He’s a killer in that ring.
Markson: Peter Vaughn is certainly showing his vicious side now, I’ll give you that much.
Napier: And soon you can call him champ.
*Vaughn continues to work over the leg and knee of the champion. Vaughn holds the leg up in the air with one arm and then drops an elbow with the other arm right into the knee joint, from here he transitions right into a single leg grapevine pulling the leg up as much as possible. The referee checks in on the champion, who immediately shakes off the idea of giving up to this and begins to dig his claws into the mat and begins to power himself towards the nearest ring ropes. After a few moments where Vaughn leans into the leg lock as much as possible, Tact is able to grip the bottom ropes with his hand forcing the referee to break the hold. Vaughn waits until the count of four before he slides to the outside of the ring once again. *
Napier: The damage being done now is going to take away the height advantage of Larry Tact, remember everyone’s the same size on the mat.
*At this point Peter Vaughn grabs the one leg of the champion and pulls it close to the ring post. The crowd knows exactly what’s next here as Vaughn jerks Larry’s leg about as hard as possible right into the ring post with a sickening thud!! The crowd recoils in pain themselves as the champion holds his leg in anguish. *
Markson: We’ve seen Larry Tact defend this title against two serious threats at Retromania, and I can’t say for sure if I ever thought he was in as big of trouble as he is right now.
Napier: He’s going to need an ice bath and the number of a good orthopedic surgeon after this match. But the good news is, he’s not going to have to be around to defend that International Championship.
*Vaughn slides right back into the ring and waits for Larry to begin to pull himself up by use of those ropes. Tact is heavily favoring that right knee and needs both arms to get back to a vertical base, however, just before he’s completely upright Vaughn connects with another kick right to the back of that leg which drops the champion to the mat again!! Vaughn hooks the head of the champ…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMM!”
…and drives him face first right into the mat with a snap DDT!! Vaughn hooks the leg of the champion as the referee dives in for the count. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--KICKOUT!!
Napier: Oh come on with that count! Too slow! Too slow!
Markson: The champion fires up his shoulder at two and a half!
Napier: Somehow Terry Marshall is to blame for the slow speed of that count.
*Vaughn thinks it was slow too, he shows the speed of what a three count should look like. However, Vaughn’s not about to wait around too much longer on it as he gets right back up to his feet and grabs the right leg of the champion doing his best to drag him towards the middle of the ring and for good measure drops another elbow drop onto that knee again. Vaughn places his foot on the side of the head of the champion and pushes it down onto the mat as he steps over Tact and towards the corner turnbuckle in a complete show of disrespect. Vaughn begins to climb up to the middle turnbuckle as he keeps an eye on his competitor trying to pull himself back up to his feet. *
Napier: Watch as Vaughn measures his prey here.
Markson: What does he have in mind here? The champion is still hobbling as he rights himself in the ring.
“SMMMMMMMMACKK!”
*Vaughn hits an absolute monster dropkick right to the chest of Larry Tact that sends the champion through the top and middle ropes crashing to the outside of the ring. Vaughn gets right back up as the crowd reacts from the impact of that move. *
Napier: Get out of his ring! That’s what Vaughn just told the champion.
Markson: Larry Tact taking one hell of a brutal fall to the outside of the ring there after that signature dropkick from Vaughn. I think he got him with both feet.
Napier: Check the imprint on Larry’s chest, that’ll show you.
*Tact does his best to get back up to his feet on the outside by using the guardrailing to help prop himself back up, he does his best to shake off the pain in his leg but by the time he turns his attention back towards the ring Peter Vaughn has already flung himself through the middle and top ropes… *
“CRRRRRRRRRASSSH!”
*…flying wildly into the champion with a suicide dive!! Tact is driven back first into the guardrailing with a heavy crash!! Vaughn seems to have an unstoppable motor as he quickly gets up off of the floor and right back onto the ring apron. Tact peels himself off of the guardrailing as Vaughn charges at him once again. *
“THHHHHHHHUMMMPPP!”
*And nearly collapses the entire section of guardrailing as he crashes into the champion with a running hurricanrana off of the ring apron and to the floor below! Tact is laid on on the concrete as is Vaughn who takes a couple of deep breaths as the crowd roars for the move. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn is not holding back here tonight, putting everything he’s got into taking down Larry Tact and bringing his championship run to an end.
Napier: You summarized it at the start of this match, this is a battle for the soul of TPW and Peter Vaughn is doing everything in his power to take that soul.
Markson: And now Vaughn is pulling himself back up to his feet, just waiting for Larry Tact to get himself upright as well, wow, he’s still favoring that leg. Vaughn reaching back…
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
“CHHOOOP!”
Markson: Peter Vaughn serving up a plate full of chops to the chest of Larry Tact up against the guardrailing!! Each shot just rocking the champion back and forth, but for Vaughn here he’s got to know that he cannot win this match on the outside of the ring.
Napier: He knows, but on the outside of the ring things just hurt more. Break the man down then bring him back in, he’s taking a page out of his match against the former owner around here.
Markson: Terry Marshall.
Napier: Ahh! Come on, don’t say his name out loud like that.
*Vaughn grabs the champion with a handful of hair and goes to slam him face first into the ring apron, but much to the shock of Vaughn the champion puts on the brakes! Tact fires back with a right hand to the midsection and then slams the head of the challenger right into the canvas instead. This seems to fire up Larry and he grabs Vaughn again and slams his head down again for a second, third and fourth time!! Vaughn is knocked loopy as he begins to stumble about on the outside. Tact backs up and charges in towards the dazed Vaughn…
“CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSSSH!”
...but Peter Vaughn moves out of the way at the last possible second which causes Larry Tact to hit the steel ring steps with a running knee strike! Sure enough, it’s that same leg that Vaughn has been working on throughout this match and Tact crumbles to the concrete floor like a ton of bricks. Vaughn looks up towards the referee and rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. *
Napier: Vaughn is just so cunning out there, just as these mutants thought that Larry was about to make a comeback… bam! The rug is pulled right out from under them.
Markson: Peter Vaughn has certainly been able to keep the much larger, much stronger Larry Tact off of his game so far, but he’s going to have to get him back into that ring if he wants to win the International Championship.
*Vaughn goes to lift up the champion once again from the concrete, but Tact is almost dead weight which causes Vaughn to change tactics and instead just drop the boots onto the side of Tact’s head. Vaughn’s vicious nature comes pouring out with each stomp as he takes such a delight in the simplest, but effective moves. Tact is forced back up by the stomps and Vaughn is able to pull him up the rest of the way and roll the champion back into the ring. *
Markson: Vaughn is able to get the champion back into the ring, the only place that he can win the title belt from him tonight.
Napier: Tact’s probably got a concussion after those stomps, he looks dazed.
Markson: I think Vaughn took a little too much pleasure in delivering those shots, but he’s climbing the ropes here. What does Peter Vaughn have in mind here from the top?
*Vaughn waits perched on the top turnbuckle as Larry Tact pulls himself back up to a vertical base. Tact is indeed wobbly after the attack on the outside, along with the attacks on his legs so far in this match, but Tact pushes himself back up fighting through the pain. Tact turns around in time as Vaughn stands up and leaps with a flying cross body block
No slam?!
Nope, because instead Larry Tact is able to catch the much lighter Peter Vaughn’s flying cross body block attempt in his arms in the middle of the ring. The crowd is shocked at the resiliency shown here by the champion as he holds Peter Vaughn like an oversized sack of potatoes. Tact drops to a knee driving the challenger back first across that exposed knee and causing Vaughn to yell out in pain from the backbreaker!! *
Markson: Incredible show of strength by the champion here!!
Napier: How’d he manage to catch him? How was that possible?
Markson: I don’t think Larry’s just done yet.
*To show off even more of his strength, Larry pulls Vaughn back up into his arms once again even on his shaky legs and for a second time he drops Vaughn down across his knee!! Vaughn bounces from the impact and rolls onto the mat in some serious pain. Tact pulls himself back up, sucking in as much wind as possible as he turns his attention back towards his opponent. Tact unloads with a couple of hammering shots that drive Vaughn into the corner turnbuckle. Tact shoves both of Vaughn’s arms underneath the top ropes exposing the chest of his opponent, slowly he pushes Vaughn’s head back as far as possible as he winds up with his hands. *
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Napier: He might be missing a nipple after that second shot!
Markson: As a bit of repayment from earlier, Larry Tact has just unloaded with his own plate full of chops!! Each shot just rocked Vaughn up into the corner, this crowd is moaning in pain along with Vaughn right now.
“CHHOOOOOOOOOOOP!!”
Markson: And there’s a third one for good measure?
Napier: Good measure?! That’s what normal people call overkill!
*For the first time in this match, Larry Tact cracks a bit of a satisfied smile on his face as the echoes of the last chop slowly fade away. WIth a massive whip he throws Vaughn into the far side corner!! Vaughn slams hard and stumbles forward back into the awaiting Tact, the champion lifts his opponent once again up into a torture rack!! The crowd gets to their feet as they’ve already seen this once before tonight and know what’s about to happen. *
“SLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAM!!”
Markson: How did he!? Peter Vaughn just turned that Tactilizer into a desperation spinning DDT!! And now Vaughn falls onto Tact for the cover…
Napier: We have a new champion!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-SHOULDER UP!!
Markson: No! No! Larry Tact got the shoulder up at the last possible second!
Napier: If Vaughn was able to hook a leg or even apply the slightest amount of extra pressure on that pin attempt we would have seen a new champion.
Markson: As it stands both men have been laid out in the middle of the ring.
*Both men begin to pull themselves back up to their feet by use of the ring ropes. Vaughn is able to get to his feet first and sees that the champion is having problems getting back up due to the damage done to his leg. Vaughn leaps up onto the middle ropes and grabs the back of Tact’s head…
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
…and drives it into the mat with a slingshot bulldog!! To add insult to injury Vaughn doesn’t follow it up with another move right away, but instead grabs the champ by the back of the head and just grinds his face into the mat. *
Markson: No respect being shown here by Peter Vaughn towards the champion. Honestly, I don’t think anyone here tonight or at home expected all that much to begin with, but this is even lower.
Napier: You sound like it should matter. If the champ doesn’t like it, he should do something about it rather than just have his face crushed into the mat.
*Vaughn gets back up to his feet once again giving the champ a couple of stomps for good measure as he moves about the ring. Vaughn takes his position towards the middle of the ring as Tact begins pull himself by use of the ropes again, a huge smile spreads across the lips of Peter Vaughn as he licks his lips and waits, ready to finish this match off. Tact gets back up to a vertical base as Vaughn charges in… *
“SLLLLLLLLAMMM!”
Markson: Reveng--NO!! Larry Tact holds onto the top ropes with both hands and Peter Vaughn hits the mat instead. Vaughn was going for that Revenged move and had he hit that one, well--
Napier: We would have been looking at a new International Champion.
Markson: Tact with that strength was able to dig his fingers into the top rope and hang on for dear life.
*Tact turns around as Vaughn springs back up and is able to land a clubbing right hand shot followed up with another clubbing shot. Vaughn stumbles backwards into the ring ropes and Tact helps him along slingshotting him across the ring once again and on the rebound scoops up Vaughn
“SLLLLLLLLLLAAMM!”
Slamming his spine with maximum impact right into the canvas with a spinebuster slam!! Vaughn bounces and rolls over to his stomach clutching his chest in pain from having all the air forced out of his lungs in a single second. The champion gets right back up to his feet and stands over his challenger for a second before reaching down and pulling back the arms of Vaughn. *
Markson: Oh no, this will not be a good experience here for Peter Vaughn.
Napier: You’re going to have to fight your way out of this Pete.
*Larry locks on Larry’s Throne, his version of a camel clutch you jabroni, and leans back as far as possible pulling Vaughn upwards and crushing down on his back in the process. Vaughn screams in agony as referee Lindsay Wallace checks to see if he submits here, but Vaughn shakes her off. *
Napier: You know how you said earlier that this was a match for the soul of Thunder Pro Wrestling?
Markson: That I did.
Napier: Well look at the soul power Peter Vaughn is showing right now, fighting off the temptation here to tap out and end the agony of having a two hundred and sixty pound man crush and stretch his spine. Tell me that’s not incredible, tell me that’s not worthy of carrying gold in this company.
Markson: I never said anything about Peter Vaughn that wasn’t true, the man has been a champion here before and one day he’ll be champion again, but he drove Terry Marshall, the founder of this company out.
*As the announcers continue to banter, Vaughn continues to struggle against the pressure of having Tact lean as far back as possible in that seated position. Vaughn begins to fade and the referee picks up his arm which has gone limp at this point, she drops it to verify that Vaughn has passed out but Peter stops it and continues to struggle. Tact looks a bit shocked, and he looks even more shocked as Vaughn begins to use what strength he has left to hammer away wildly with elbows towards that injured knee of Tact!! *
Markson: Vaughn has taken advantage of that damage done to the champion’s knee earlier and is able to scrape the bottom rope with his finger tips. Tact is forced to break the hold here, and Peter Vaughn survives.
Napier: Wow, what great resilience shown by Peter Vaughn there. He might not be able to feel his legs for the rest of the match, but he’s still in it regardless.
Markson: The champion looks stunned that Vaughn is still hanging around and even he’s looking frustrated at this point.
*Tact gets up and storms about just long enough for Vaughn to get back up into a seated position holding his back in extreme pain. Tact pulls Vaughn up the rest of the way and gets him into a standing headscissor position, the crowd goes wild as it looks like the champion is going to finish this off with a Starbreaker. Tact lifts Vaughn up for the powerbomb…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!”
…but Vaughn counters the powerbomb with a sitout jawbreaker that absolutely rocks the champion and silences the crowd in shock!! Tact stumbles back into the ropes but rebounds right into the arms of Peter Vaughn. Vaughn ripcords Tact…
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMM!”
…right into a DDT in the ring!!! The Key Holder connects!! Vaughn hooks the legs of the champion going for the pin!! *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE-KICKOUT!!
Markson: Larry Tact gets a shoulder up once again and once again the challenger cannot believe it at all.
Napier: He doesn’t believe it? I don’t believe it. Nobody in this place believes it. How could anyone believe it?!
*Vaughn runs his hands through his hair in disbelief, but isn’t about to give up at this point himself. Instead he goes to the outside of the ring and begins to climb up the corner turnbuckle, with a motion towards the crowd he looks like he’s going to attempt something big from the top rope and finish this match off. However, the moment that Vaughn stands up on the corner turnbuckle Larry Tact hits the top ropes causing Vaughn to crotch himself across the top ropes!! The male portion of the crowd, which is 90% let’s be honest, all recoil in pain from the impact of Vaughn’s yam bag on the top buckle. *
Napier: Hopefully, Vaughn’s lower half is still numb from surviving Larry’s Throne earlier, otherwise. Yikes.
Markson: Yikes, indeed.
*Vaughn’s eyes stay as wide as possible from the pain that he’s in right now. Larry Tact climbs up right into the corner along with and begins to peel Peter Vaughn up from the buckle up into a standing position. Peter, heh. The crowd begins to buzz as both champion and challenger are standing on the corner turnbuckle, Tact lifts as he falls backwards…
“SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…connecting with a superplex heard around the world from the impact!! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers after the crashing sounds fade away as both men lay near the center of the ring. Both men having the air forced out of their lungs from the horrific impact of that move are unable to do much else at this point. *
Markson: If the champion could just reach over and make the cover here he might just be able to retain here tonight.
Napier: Did you see the height of that superplex? People take plane rides that don’t get that high. I’m surprised either man is still able to move after that crash, maybe they’re just twitches like you see in the movies.
Markson: That might be the case, but lucky for him it looks like the champion isn’t going for the cover.
*Tact instead begins to pull himself back up to his feet by use of the ring ropes, the damage that has been done throughout this match showing up in every moment of the champion. Even standing up fully causes him to wince in pain, tomorrow is going to be nothing but an ice bath. Still, he pushes through the pain and waits for Peter Vaughn to push himself through the pain of standing up as well. Vaughn does the same, the pain in his back and legs is obvious but he too is fighting for that gold and it makes people do crazy things sometimes. Tact waits for Vaughn to turn around before he wraps his arm under his side and quickly hoists the challenger high into the air *
“SLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!”
*And bringing him down hard with the Uranage suplex!! Vaughn bounces from the incredible impact of that move and the crowd gets up to their feet once again. *
Markson: The Humbling!! Larry Tact just drove Peter Vaughn hard into that canvas with that move and now an absolutely gassed Tact rolls up the challenger for the cover… to retain his title!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--NOKICKOUT!!!
Napier: Holy shi--
Markson: Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! Vaughn gets the shoulder up!! How did he manage to do that?
Napier: I don’t know, I don’t care, but I absolutely love it!
*Larry Tact can’t seem to process it either, his opponent is showing as much resiliency as he has throughout this match and the clash of these two men’s wills has proven to be a stalemate to this point. Tact takes a deep breath, sucking up as much air as possible and climbs to the outside of the ring as he begins to make his way to the top of the corner turnbuckle. In what could only be described as a risky position, Tact raises his arms into the air and takes flight looking to drop that elbow…
“SLLLLLLAMM!”
…no!! Peter Vaughn somehow is able to catch the Dive to Blue elbow drop attempt by the champion and turns it into a crossface in the middle of the ring. Vaughn wrenches back on the arm with his legs as he wraps his arms around the head of Tact and stretches the two body parts as far apart as possible. Vaughn is forced to scream out loudly over the screams of pain from his opponent towards the referee to see if the champ will submit. Tact shakes his head no as he continues to struggle against the hold. *
Markson: Tact is trapped, right there in the center of the ring with nowhere to go and Peter Vaughn isn’t about to let up for a second.
Napier: Yeah, I don’t think he’s about to let go of this crossface.
Markson: Tact is doing everything to reach for those ropes but they’ve got to seem like they’re halfway around the world at this point as Vaughn continues to pull back with every last bit of strength he’s got in his body. I think Vaughn can feel it, I think Vaughn is going to make the champ tap out here.
Napier: And with that, he’ll fully crush the soul of this company!
*Tact continues to struggle against the inevitable in the center of the ring, the crossface at this point is tearing ligaments in his shoulder and doing untold amounts of damage to his neck. The champion raises his hand into the air as referee Lindsay Wallace checks on him one more time. *
Markson: There’s nowhere to go, the champ’s going to tap!
Napier: New champion! The Cabal holds the gold!
*But in a complete act of defiance, Tact’s hand doesn’t slap the mat but instead it begins to claw at the grip that Peter Vaughn has with his clasped hands around his neck. Tact’s hand frantically searches for a way in as it begins to fade out from the loss of oxygen that the champion is getting as a result of this hold. However, the hand provides Larry with a chance to shift his body’s position and he begins to fight the hold, gravity, fatigue and everything else against him to move his body closer to the ring. Tact’s fading hand reaches desperately in it’s last ditch effort towards the ropes and he is able to get the tip of his middle finger onto the bottom rope. *
Markson: The champion made it to the bottom rope!! Somehow he survived that crossface and somehow this match is going to continue.
Napier: But at what cost? The damage that Vaughn inflicted with that vicious hold had to have put the champion onto the brink here. It’s only a matter of time now.
*Vaughn breaks the hold on the four count from the referee and he gets up in huff. Vaughn’s not about to let the champion get in any sort of breather and immediately pulls Tact back up to his feet wrenching on the champ’s injured shoulder. Vaughn with a standing arm bar cranks the shoulder around at the joint, rolling it through a couple of times to twist it all in a nice knot each time he does it the champ lets out a gasp of pain and even drops to a knee in agony. Taking great pleasure in the pain he’s putting on the champ, Vaughn uses the arm to double Tact over as he connects with a series of rapid Kawada kicks to the face!! Vaughn dips behind and looks to go for a rear waist lock, but somehow Tact spins around looking for a counter of his own. Vaughn pulls down on the jaw of Tact and sends him flying towards the corner instead…
“THHHHUD!!”
…right into referee Lindsay Wallace!! Tact and Wallace collide causing Wallace to fall through the ropes to the outside. Tact looks on in shock from the accidental bump, he backs up from the corner.
“SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM!”
…right into the Revenged!! Peter Vaughn drives Larry Tact down into the canvas with that leaping reverse neckbreaker that has finished so many others before. *
Napier: Revenged! He hit the Revenged on the champion, now make the cover Peter!! You’ve got this.
*Sure enough, Vaughn out of pure instinct rolls up the legs of the champion going for the cover. *
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FOUR!?
FIVE?
Markson: There’s no referee to make the count! She and Larry Tact bumped heads in the corner and fell to the outside of the ring. Peter Vaughn just pinned the champion, but there is no one to make the count so this match is going to continue.
Napier: This is all some sort of conspiracy, Tact, the referee and somehow Terry Marshall are all involved in all of this.
Markson: And just now Peter Vaughn is noticing that there is no referee to make the count.
*Vaughn can’t believe it, he gets up and looks for the whereabouts of the referee for a moment. Taking a long look back towards the champion, Vaughn forms an idea in his brain and heads out of the ring with a smirk on his face. Vaughn goes right to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a hold of the International Championship title, he gives it a look as he slides with it back into the ring and waits for Larry Tact to bring himself back up to his feet. *
Markson: Peter Vaughn’s got the gold title in his hands.
Napier: Looks like he’s about to finish this match off by making Larry Tact dine on his own belt.
Markson: Tact’s still dazed as he pulls himself back up to his feet, referee Lindsay Wallace has started to stir on the outside as well. This looks to be bad, real bad for the champ.
*Vaughn stalks as he grips that title belt with Tact’s name etched on it in his hands, a lick of the lips as well as his eyes go wide as the target presents itself. Vaughn charges in and swings wildly, but somehow Larry Tact is able to duck his six-and-a-half-foot frame under the swing. Vaughn spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection from the champion! Vaughn drops the belt, which is bad because Tact wraps his arm around the top of his head.
“SSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!”
And drives Peter Vaughn face first into that title belt with a DDT!! The crowd goes nuts as Tact tosses the championship belt to the outside of the ring and does what he can to help referee Lindsay Wallace back into the ring. Tact makes the cover, but Ref Wallace is still out of it trying to clear her head. Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo as El Diablo Blanco and Chris Page emerge from the entrance tunnel. The boos suddenly change to cheers though as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater emerge behind them. Mac grabs El D and Tristan grabs Page. Your Worst Nightmare begins battling The Cabal back to the locker room. *
Markson: YES! Your Worst Nightmare is keeping the playing field level.
Napier: Those losers are going to pay for sticking their nose in Cabal business.
*Larry has gotten up from the pin to watch what is going on in the entrance way. Larry smiles and turns back to see Vaughn is still down and Ref Wallace on her knees. Larry makes the pin and Wallace drops down making the count. *
1…….
2……
KICKOUT!!!
Markson: NO! NO! PETER VAUGHN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!
Napier: Prayers answered, thank you!
Markson: A slow count from a very dazed referee and Peter Vaughn was able to get his shoulder off of the mat at what some would say two point nine.
*Larry shakes his head and stands up, pulling Vaughn up with him. Tact gets Vaughn into position for the Starbreaker, and as Tact lifts Vaughn up, Vaughn sits out and is able to counter into a facebuster, dropping face-first onto the mat. Vaughn struggles up to his feet, and as he does the crowd begins to cheer as Mac Bane and Tristan Slater appear walking down the entranceway. Vaughn pauses as he looks at “Your Worst Nightmare” heading down the entranceway.
Vaughn begins yelling at them and is distracted, allowing Tact to recover. Tact grabs Vaughn from behind and nails him with the “Tactilizer” (Torture Rack Spinout Powerbomb). Larry hold on hooking Vaughn for the pin. *
1…
2…
Markson: WHAT THE HELL IS MAC BANE DOING!?!
*The count is stopped as Mac Bane hops onto the apron. Referee Wallace begins ordering Mac off the apron. Larry gets up and is looking at Mac wondering what he is doing. With Larry and Wallace distract Tristan Slater slides into the ring behind Tact and smashes the International title into the back if Tact’s head. Tact goes down to his knees and is clutching his head.
Tristan grabs Vaughn and pulls Vaughn to his feet before hopping out of the ring. Mac drops off the apron and Refree Wallace turns around. Larry starts getting to his feet when Vaughn hits him with Revenged (Zig Zag). Vaughn rolls ontop of Tact for the pin. *
1…..
2…..
3…..
Steve Cotton: Here is your winner, and NNNEEEEEWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! THE MECHANIC, PETER VAUGHN!!!
Markson: NO! NOT THIS WAY!
Napier: YES! I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER!!!
*Mac and Tristan roll into the ring and Tristan hands Vaughn the International championship. Mac and Tristan help Vaughn to his feet and then raise his arms in the air. The shot focuses on the newest members of The Cabal standing arm and arm with Peter Vaughn over the fallen Larry Tact as the shot fades. *
*Khloe settles into her live-streaming setup, surrounded by wrestling memorabilia and posters adorned with her fierce image. The room is dimly lit, casting an atmospheric glow, while the sound of distant cheers echoes through the speakers. She adjusts her camera, ensuring it captures her in all her defiant glory, ready to engage with her fans, her Crazies, on a deeper level.*
Khloe: "Alright, my loyal Crazies, gather 'round. It's time to set the record straight," Khloe declares, her voice echoing with a commanding tone. "I've heard your questions, your doubts, and your thirst for the truth. Well, here I am, ready to bare my soul and ignite the fire within."
*She leans forward, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as she addresses the first fan question that catches her attention.*
Khloe: "SaraCrazy97 asks, 'Khloe, what drives you? What fuels that fire that burns inside you?' Well, Sara, let me tell you—what drives me is the hunger for greatness. The desire to leave an indelible mark on this industry, to show the world that authenticity and power go hand in hand. It's that burning fire within me that pushes me to overcome any obstacle, to rise above the naysayers and prove my worth."
*The comments section floods with words of encouragement and questions pouring in from all corners of the world. Khloe scans through the messages, occasionally selecting one to address directly.*
Khloe: "EmmaCrazy82 asks, 'How do you handle the negativity and the critics?' Ah, the negativity. Well, Emma, negativity can be a double-edged sword. On one hand, it fuels me, ignites that fire within. But on the other hand, it can weigh you down if you let it. So, my strategy is simple—I harness that negativity, mold it into motivation, and let it propel me forward. I don't give power to the critics; instead, I use their words as a reminder of the strength I possess."
*Her gaze intensifies as she locks eyes with the camera, her voice commanding attention.*
Khloe: "Now, let's talk about those who underestimate me. JohnCrazy99 asks, 'Khloe, how do you handle opponents who think you're an easy target?' Well, John, let me tell you something—underestimating me is the biggest mistake anyone can make. I thrive on being the underdog. I use it to my advantage, to strike when they least expect it. So, to those who think I'm an easy target, prepare yourselves for a rude awakening. You'll soon realize that Khloe Cox is a force to be reckoned with, a storm that won't be tamed."
*The room grows electric as the live-stream gains momentum. Khloe's passion and authenticity resonate with her Crazies, sparking a sense of camaraderie and shared determination.*
Khloe: "Now, let me address all of you who have stood by my side, through the highs and lows, the victories and setbacks," Khloe declares, her voice filled with gratitude. "You are my backbone, my inspiration. It's because of your unwavering support that I continue to push forward, to defy expectations. Together, we are a force that cannot be broken."
*The stream continues, with Khloe delving into more questions, sharing insights into her training regimen, personal motivations, and even her favorite wrestling moments. The room pulses with energy, as her Crazies from all walks of life come together to rally behind their resilient heroine.*
*As the stream nears its conclusion, Khloe's eyes shimmer with a mix of determination and appreciation. She speaks her final words, addressing the collective spirit of her Crazies and her own unwavering resolve.*
Khloe: "And now, my fellow Crazies, it's time to throw down a challenge. Eavan Maloney, you've been making waves in the wrestling world, but I want you to know that I see you. I see your talent, your determination, and your hunger for success. So, Eavan, let's make this official—I'm calling you out. I want to face you in the ring, to push each other to our limits and create a match that will go down in history. Are you up for the challenge, Eavan? Let's show the world what we're made of."
*With a triumphant smile and a raised fist, Khloe ends the stream as the scene fades to another segment.
Khloe: "Alright, my loyal Crazies, gather 'round. It's time to set the record straight," Khloe declares, her voice echoing with a commanding tone. "I've heard your questions, your doubts, and your thirst for the truth. Well, here I am, ready to bare my soul and ignite the fire within."
*She leans forward, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as she addresses the first fan question that catches her attention.*
Khloe: "SaraCrazy97 asks, 'Khloe, what drives you? What fuels that fire that burns inside you?' Well, Sara, let me tell you—what drives me is the hunger for greatness. The desire to leave an indelible mark on this industry, to show the world that authenticity and power go hand in hand. It's that burning fire within me that pushes me to overcome any obstacle, to rise above the naysayers and prove my worth."
*The comments section floods with words of encouragement and questions pouring in from all corners of the world. Khloe scans through the messages, occasionally selecting one to address directly.*
Khloe: "EmmaCrazy82 asks, 'How do you handle the negativity and the critics?' Ah, the negativity. Well, Emma, negativity can be a double-edged sword. On one hand, it fuels me, ignites that fire within. But on the other hand, it can weigh you down if you let it. So, my strategy is simple—I harness that negativity, mold it into motivation, and let it propel me forward. I don't give power to the critics; instead, I use their words as a reminder of the strength I possess."
*Her gaze intensifies as she locks eyes with the camera, her voice commanding attention.*
Khloe: "Now, let's talk about those who underestimate me. JohnCrazy99 asks, 'Khloe, how do you handle opponents who think you're an easy target?' Well, John, let me tell you something—underestimating me is the biggest mistake anyone can make. I thrive on being the underdog. I use it to my advantage, to strike when they least expect it. So, to those who think I'm an easy target, prepare yourselves for a rude awakening. You'll soon realize that Khloe Cox is a force to be reckoned with, a storm that won't be tamed."
*The room grows electric as the live-stream gains momentum. Khloe's passion and authenticity resonate with her Crazies, sparking a sense of camaraderie and shared determination.*
Khloe: "Now, let me address all of you who have stood by my side, through the highs and lows, the victories and setbacks," Khloe declares, her voice filled with gratitude. "You are my backbone, my inspiration. It's because of your unwavering support that I continue to push forward, to defy expectations. Together, we are a force that cannot be broken."
*The stream continues, with Khloe delving into more questions, sharing insights into her training regimen, personal motivations, and even her favorite wrestling moments. The room pulses with energy, as her Crazies from all walks of life come together to rally behind their resilient heroine.*
*As the stream nears its conclusion, Khloe's eyes shimmer with a mix of determination and appreciation. She speaks her final words, addressing the collective spirit of her Crazies and her own unwavering resolve.*
Khloe: "And now, my fellow Crazies, it's time to throw down a challenge. Eavan Maloney, you've been making waves in the wrestling world, but I want you to know that I see you. I see your talent, your determination, and your hunger for success. So, Eavan, let's make this official—I'm calling you out. I want to face you in the ring, to push each other to our limits and create a match that will go down in history. Are you up for the challenge, Eavan? Let's show the world what we're made of."
*With a triumphant smile and a raised fist, Khloe ends the stream as the scene fades to another segment.
*The shot fades from the ad for "Gladiators Ball to Steve Cotton standing in the ring ready to introduce the main event. *